Luna dear,
Bleed for me.
Leak light from those sad ocean eyes.
Because perfection is only what we can perceive,
it’s what we want it to be.
It’s you,
and space,
and stars,
and I.
Infinite I.
Who would give you every last ounce of his love,
if you thought it perfect.
Luna dear,
I’m yours.
03/04/2010
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